# Frozen Art

I am stripped bare,  
a lost heart;  
the waves keep moving,  
yet I remain frozen art.

The sky is dark,  
the ocean deep—  
may it carry me away,  
or drown me in its sleep.

I long to vanish,  
yet no sea creature will claim my bones.  
I owe this life—  
too many ties, too many sorrows.

So I wait,  
adrift in the grey,  
still clinging to this dusk,  
hoping for a brighter day.